You come through a door,
cruising from the edge of the pool.
I don’t know who it was,
a portrait of Ceres, the major minor planet.
in the nature of reality
we pass through errors to arrive at the truth.
You ask, “Shouldn’t love be the only truth?”
Disaster strikes when you least expect it.
It’s too easy to get lost in the moonlight.
I step back before moving ahead
and call it…
We weren’t done with the mountain trail when the sun set.